Posted on November 27, 2011November 27, 2011Intensity Morning began with a light pink sky so delicate it could never suggest the evening it brought and its intensity of red and orange.
Posted on November 24, 2011Bambino The cement child with his faithful squirrel wears his winter cloths a cap and shawl of snow.
Posted on November 23, 2011Hush Snow covers the land with quiet, muting the colors of Fall. Winter’s paintbrush holds a thousand shades of grey.
Posted on November 22, 2011Roof Tops We are safe beneath the peaks and eves as cold gathers in the big grey sky.
Posted on November 21, 2011November 22, 2011Ambition Number 498 had a dream to create a herd of high end sweaters.
Posted on November 20, 2011November 22, 2011Resting Fields The days grow shorter, the land lays dormant. Rest is essential to creation. Winter will gestate Spring.
Posted on November 19, 2011Purple and Orange Bold as a butterfly’s wing foliage sears color into our memory before the white blanket of winter descends.
Posted on November 18, 2011Wasp Nest The masters of paper machê built their condo in the trees and displayed leaf flags.
Posted on November 17, 2011Bounty The first feast is for the eyes colors and shapes to feed the soul.
Posted on November 16, 2011November 16, 2011Blue Moon Standing alone I saw a blue moon. So I held onto my prayer and the dream in my heart and both were answered in your ring of gold.
Posted on November 15, 2011On The River The diving ducks race each other. Running on the surface of the water, shattering reflections, before launching themselves into flight. God’s speed web-footed friends.
Posted on November 14, 2011Pine Grove This is the spot to rest on the plush pine needle carpet, listen to the song of the leaves and the river and hear the wisdom of your own heart.
Posted on November 13, 2011November 14, 2011Center The pines encircle the most ancient one who has lost her needles but not her magnificence. Sacred is the center.
Posted on November 12, 2011November 12, 2011Swarm Like a swarm of bees looking for their hive yellow leaves flutter and buzz in the breeze.
Posted on November 11, 2011Passing In late fall fragile leaves delicately adorn the trees, their transient nature intensifying their beauty.
Posted on November 10, 2011Needles and Bark Tiny needles and a massive trunk are balanced in the pine, perfect counterparts.
Posted on November 9, 2011Emerald Table The emerald table is a sacred place where the forest kin celebrate harvest.
Posted on November 8, 2011November 16, 2011Autumn Tracks Clickity clack away rode summer. The whisper and crunch of leaves is the sound of Fall’s journey.
Posted on November 7, 2011Other Views This is how a bee sees pine needles and moss. Energy has color.
Posted on November 5, 2011Chipmunk Stillness is my shield as I hide behind a stem. Are you foe or friend?
Posted on November 4, 2011Broken Taken down by the wind now the the mighty pine nourishes the river bank and bottom. So goes the cycle of life.
Posted on November 3, 2011Stump The stump of an oak grows a miniature forest, a mountain with moss trees for insects to scale.
Posted on October 31, 2011Witch’s Hat Witches pick their hats from the ground in preparation for their ride on branch and pine needle brooms across the Halloween moon.